Saturday, August 14, 2004

The Last Post

This is Hil. This is my last post, basically. I figure that there's no way I'm going to be able to continue blogging here from college. The college CCC has some very stringent user restrictions. Blogging doesn't seem to work from the terminals there. Kini, you know how it is. I've had a blast. Loads of fun writing with Kin, the goat, the armadillo, the IITian animal and assorted personalities. Basically this is just to say bye. Kin, delete this post when you feel like it. I think that's kinda what it deserves. I sent you a couple of messages to tell you about this, but your bloody phone is NEVER REACHABLE. Just keeps saying you're out of range. Am developing good relations with the Hutch female who says "This Hutch number is not reachable. Please try again... later". Bah!... Call when you can or send me a message. I'll give you a ring. Loads happened at college. Have to run. Am in bangalore, M awaits. Bye.

~ Hil

Friday, August 13, 2004

Disjointed ends...

Absence of meaning, cynicism, electrical workshop and no coffee...i just found synonyms for the end of reason.

Time goes on...routine sets in...thoughts get disjointed and yet i need release. was this meaning? i dont wish to be cynical, but certain things just make me wonder. i came here expecting to find the quintessential eccentric genius, the man who was inordinately amusing and had a mastery of life and happiness while having a grip on reality, someone who i could learn from and smile in the company of and know that he understands. i came here looking for someone....i havent become him yet..for those of you who didnt understand that...the line is inconsequential and for those who did...keep smiling.

People are the same, some study, some dont want to...some have bath early, some never do. i love coffee and my roomie never touches chicken...it takes all kinds of people to make this world. i love that line... it justifies so many things!

Life has so much more to offer...but patience is the key...what is on offer is food for thought...

"Dont take life too seriously...you'll never get out alive"
-Van Wilder (party liason)

Wednesday, August 11, 2004

mobiles, piskunov and to-do lists or "why kini needs an aspirin!"

College's taking its toll on me... work, assignments, laundry, xerox copies, no music, no becker, no chinese food... lack of reason, direction and sense...only sources of solace include basky, philosophical ragging sessions and no prizes for guessing the last one.....coffee.

caffeine be praised,
spiegel be damned,
and if i write poems like this again....
may i be hanged!

Monday, August 09, 2004

it doesnt stand to reason

Reason, perception and english...lost causes in IITM... my thoughts have been obliterated...my literary skills irreperably damaged by cries of bhen chot! and my inclination towards philosophy mocked and ridiculed by those who claim to be more experienced than me in the methods of survival and literature...from russell and plato...i've moved to spiegel, beiser, bhen chot and life's a bitch... a sad demise of a flame that had a small degree of promise...

i promise myself that i shall make an attempt...however meek...to rise again... steadily...pacing myself...testing stuff out with floyd in the background...(they really do encourage thought)...and i will return with worthwhile and sensible literature...all that will happen though only once i get my PC (not for another month) *sigh*...

until then i plead thee...
tolerate me.

IITM Diary

hmmm...
welcome back to myself...i report from this strange and far away planet that is IITM...i check out the blog and predictably our overtly senti goodbye's have been rightly deleted. Now for the second observation on the blog, which is oddly depressing...since the time me and hil left the hit counter has clicked over 7 times....conclusion...a) life's a bitch b) we were the only ones actually visiting the blog. damn...a writers ego obliterated...nevertheless i shall rant on abt my first week at IITM.

lets go through this thing with a day by day account of the whole....shall we say...."episode".

Day 1: I come here....see madras...to my dismay (optimism be damned) madras is still stinky, dirty and friggin hot! i go to the gymkhana (club where i spent my last vestige of comfort) and settle down...
4.30 p.m: we go to the insti look around get a lil familiar with the whole place and decide to come back the next day when the whole parade begins.
10.00p.m:Reading da vinci code....*whattabook!* and thinking about the loss of comforts i'm about to suffer (yes i'm a very vain man)
10.30 p.m: Mr.Sandman pays a visit

Day 2: Come to insti huge suitcases and all and go straight to the hostel...i stay in a mad house called Jamuna (jam for short)...i reach there and the first thing i see scrawled on a huge chart paper on the notice board "ALL YE NEW WORMS....BE COMFORTABLY NUMB", supposedly a philosophy propounded by someone by the name floyd and misconstrued to be a way of life among these sad eccentric souls at IITM.

i step further into the halllowed portals of JAM and lo and behold...i'm greeted by a symphony of construction (pun intended...stupid as it is) i see wooden pillions.... insane tam contruction works throwing chappals and other assorted personal paraphernalia from the heavens...dust, grime, noise....=depression, shock, disbelief.
ooh no there's more... then we discover there's a shortage of rooms i'm packed off to a room 6'x4' where i'm supposed to share it with another guy and my brilliant calculations unfortunately pay off when i discover that there isn;t enough space for our luggage+us+table to fit...ergo, more depression, shock, disbelief...i stand in the corridors and start announcing Jam as the official abode of lucifer!

ten minutes later warden arrivess..cacophony of parents yelling...chappal throwing (not by parents) and wall drilling ensues...i repeat at this juncture...with a sufficiently dejected tone..."life's a bitch". then suddenly luck shines a wee bit brighter... they tell me that i'm in a triple seater=more space if i jostle my way there. to my pleasant surprise...a place with distincly lower quantities of dust...trees just outside the corridors and a much more peaceful place is the new address for the goat! finally a smile appears and jam suddenly looks like a better place!

i then return to the hall where we're greeted with a barrage of congratulations for getting into IIT... you guys are the best...but the job's not yet done...mug mug mug..yada yada yada... you get my drift...

7.30 p.m: i return to the gymkhana for my last night of heaven...chicken..ac...and a soft mattress...those were the days!

10.00 p.m:ponder direction, life and purpose=when i'll eat chicken chilly again....read da vinci code...think of soft bed...insomnia evaporates...

Day 3: Forms...forms...forms...food...forms....forms....ice tea...forms...did i mention forms?...
6.00 p.m: mum leaves....get senti...hold back tears on the street....its a stupid rule and i dont know why i obey it... i didnt cry. walk back...IITM seems strangely desolate and hostile...even a glance at the girls hostel only reveals either oiled tam aunties or mega mess-I....life has a way of making bad things feel worse...

walk further into the campus and finally start seeing signs of life....ice tea drowns most of my sorrows and a couple of msgs from rii and a chat with her help immensely...i feel human again...

walk into jam...and at this moment i'll think it appropriate to introduce my room mates...aah yes.. i can literally see you sadistic souls salivating at the thought that i might have gotten a bunch of oiled gults as my roomies...but life was a little kind!...i get a guy who's studied in DCE for a year and so is very well versed in the ways of college...prasanna.... then yes you cant be in IITM and be spared the company of a gult so there is one called hemant in my room...he seems to lack a larynx and never seems to be in a room....methinks gults have a mobile association in each hostel...they like girls in public places...hunt in packs... coming to roomie 3 the guy is a very meek and mild fellow called vipul who seems utterly oblivious to the fact that there is a world out there...Computer Science and Engineering... a blaspheming branch in my parlance...for most of the souls belonging to this branch at IITM have spent the last 36 months in solitary confinement with only H.C.Verma, Irodov, Das gupta and Boyd for company...may god forgive them for their sins....

Day 4: Ragging begins...others please note...all statements claiming that ragging is non-existent in IITM are null and void...i'm taken to the infamous 5th wing of Jam wherein the literati of the hostel reside...where i make the very unfortunate error of admitting that i read and write philosophy to a small extent....then for the next 2 hours i'm quizzed on the philosophies of aristotle...schopenhauer and russel...and at the same time am introduced to the concept of "naming"....here every fresher is named by a senior, each name possessing a funda (basically the geneology of the name)...i'm tortured and tortured (have good fun)...but no name yet....btw samples of JAM names include...brandy, vidwa, BBC, 10G...and so on and so forth.

Day 5: ragging continues and so do efforts to find a name for me...eventually their "hard work" pays off and i'm christened MGM...no no not after metro goldwyn mayer...or mahatma gandhi memorial (the PU college i studied in) but hang on *drum roll and kini ducks in embarrassment* 'meri gaand mein'...or "in my ass/arse"...the origin of this name comes from an exercise that i was put through wherein i had to repeat the entire story of the intelligent crow who was thirsty and used stones to raise the level of water...each sentence ending with...predictably...MGM...ergo as of now for the rest of my four years in IITM i shall be known as MGM in the insti!

Day 6 & 7: classes begin....infrastructure boggles the mind.. personal arc welding booths...classrooms with projectors and comps... ac seminar halls where some of the classes are held...experiments on super conductivity....electron mircoscopes that are massive...everything larger than life and well this is what first makes a freshie feel like all that work was worth it....

but the true spirit obviously lies in the hostel spirit...hockey sessions in floodlit grounds (each hostel has one), rock sounding as i wistfully think of when i'll get my comp...the same rasam being served over and over in the mess*winces* (i havent mentioned more on the mess for fear of getting senti in the comp center)...

jam is the most enthu hostel of them all ...please note i'm not saying this just cuz i'm from jam...the guys here are absolutely nutters...some of them more than others... there's always the large population of sad and innocent souls who dont know what maiden or floyd or even baskteball is... but then again.. they'll learn and so will i!

until IITM releases me for an hour again...MGM a.k.a the goat rests. my alma mater calls.
 

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